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     "Oh and before you go, Bridget, would you mind turning off those headlights?", Kevin spat out from across the room.

     Emily gasped and smiled. Bridget scowled and looked down. Mother saw what Kevin was talking about and barked, "Oh GOD, Bridget, look at you. And in front of your brother no less."

     "Aw, com on - who cares? He's seen worse", she said as she covered her chest with her hands.

     Kevin grinned and looked down into his book. "Well, be that as it may - I'm sure he's not interested in your boobs so go cover up, will ya?", Mom said.

     Mom turned and opened the freezer door. As she reached in for something, Bridget stuck her tongue out at her and pulled her shirt up - flashing her. Her big boobs fell down hard and bounced around. Kevin got an eyeful. Em covered her mouth and turned red trying to hold laughter in. When Mom turned back around Bridget had already pulled her shirt down and wore an innocent face. "Okay, Em. Let's go", Bridge told her friend.

     The girls walked down the hall toward the bedroom and Em whispered, "Oh my God, Bridget you totally flashed your mom right in front of your brother!!"

     "Please" Bridge said slyly, "my brothers have seen me in stranger situations than that."

     ".....Like when?"

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THE CELL PHONE

     As they settled on the floor in front of the TV, Bridge told Em a story from just a couple of years ago. Her oldest brother Mark needed to call their Dad but his cell phone was dead and he didn't have the number. He knew Bridget had the number so early in the morning he came into her room to ask to borrow her phone. He tapped on the door lightly as he stuck his head in. Mark crept over to Bridge and saw that she was sleeping. The covers were pulled down some revealing her teenage breasts. Embarrassed, he tried calling out her name but she wouldn't wake up. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook her body until she came to. Groggy, she asked what he wanted and he asked for her phone. Bridget told Emily that she sat up, rubbed her eyes and reached over to the wall outlet to get her charging phone. She hands the phone to Mark who's sitting at the end of her bed now. Mark begins to dial the phone and Bridget yawns and stretches her arms up in the air. Suddenly, panic washes over her face as she violently pulls her arms back down to cover her body. She said Mark laughed at her and said, "So NOW you decide to cover up. After 5 minutes?"

     She blushed and made a fuss. "Oh, whats the difference now anyway?", she said and put down her arms, exposing her large round tits again.

     Mark finished the call and tossed her phone back. "I was wondering when you were going to do something about that", he said smiling.

     "Whatever", she whimpered and got up out of bed to find something to wear.

     "Gosh, Bridge", Em stuttered "You just let him look at you?"

     "Well, he already had for so long anyway before I even realized I was topless. Who cares? You know me, though, right? Not a whole lot bothers me..."

     "Yeah, but, your brother sat on your bed.. and you were topless and... jeez, Bridge", Emily trailed off.

     Bridget spoke, "It gets worse."

     "How?"
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LAUNDRY DAY

     Next, Bridget told Emily a story about a time she got caught by Kevin doing her laundry. Because she never has time to do anything, Bridge explained how she is often late and scatterbrained. One day after school and rehearsals, she had to rush home to get her wash in before anyone else took the machine. She needed her clothes ready for her competition later that night. She tells Em that she raced home before anyone, burst in the door, gathered up all the clothes she could find for a full load, ran downstairs and put them in the machine. Relief washed over her that quickly turned to terror - she was wearing the clothes she needed for the competition! Bridget screamed, stopped the washer and stripped down nude. At 16, Bridget is tall - maybe 5'8" or 5'9", she's thick - not heavy, just solid. Her boobs are big and round. Her face and shoulders are freckled and braces cover her teeth. She pulled her clothes off her quickly but carefully. The hair she had up in a bun fell out and the long auburn locks tangled around her face. The tights came peeling off her legs revealing a thick patch of dark hair on her mound. She tossed the clothes into the washing machine and sighed hard. Grabbing her phone for a time check, she casually walked up the stairs trying to plan the rest of her afternoon. She opened the door and walked naked out into the kitchen. Had she not had her eyes on her cell phone she would have seen Kevin and two of his buddies sitting at the breakfast nook. She lowered her phone and made eye contact with the boys - all three of whom were gape mouthed and smiling. Bridget screamed, dropped her phone and ran down the hall to her room.

     "Dude... your sister is hot!" "Did you just see that?" "Holy shit!", she heard them all say.

     She found some pajamas and came back out to greet them fully clothed. At first they were shy around her but eventually Kevin said, "So are you going to take your clothes off again? Because if not we're going to leave." 

     They all had a good laugh at her expense.

     "Bridge, I would have died", Em confessed. "You weren't wearing anything?"

     "Not even a hair-tie. I stood there naked and locked eyes with those guys. It felt like FOREVER."

     The girls had a big laugh. Bridge felt the need to defend herself a little, "Let me tell you, Emily, since you don't know. When you're in a house with three brothers you get caught sometimes. The fact of the matter is: they're gonna see you naked. I mean.... its no big deal. I don't know how I keep walking into these situations but who cares, right?"

     "Nothing can beat that one though", Emily suggested.

     "mmmm... I wouldn't say that........"
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THE PLAN

     Now, Bridge wasn't about to tell Emily this but in the years since her oldest brother Mark came into her room and saw her undressed she developed something of a crush on him. Dad wasn't around and Mark was already grown up. For years she'd thought back about him coming to her room and she's already out of her clothes. Sometimes when the daydreams would get too colorful she'd shake them out of her head and try not to think about it. Whenever Mark would come over, Bridget would try to force him into these traps where she could recreate the situation. One time when she was showering Mark had to come in and get something out of the bathroom. Instead of just talking to him through the curtain, she would pull it back just enough so he could see in. Asking him a direct question made him look her way. She'd position her body so one breast and her entire side and leg would be exposed. He would see her but not say anything, just shrug it off. 

     Another one she used a lot was on mornings Mark was in the house, Bridget would come out to the kitchen or living room in a really tight, thin T-shirt and a tiny pair of panties just to show off. Sometimes, if her mother was still home she would get yelled at and go change but other times she paraded around in from of Mark, even sitting next to him on the couch putting her legs up on his lap or something. Sure, he would rub her smooth legs up and down while he watched the news or play with her hair when she laid her head down on his stomach but nothing would ever come of it.

     This past week Bridget was getting impatient. She didn't know what she wanted but she knew she wanted something. So, finally one morning she looked out her bedroom window and saw Mark's car parked out front. And that her mother's was gone. She jumped over to her dresser to pick out something cute to walk around in. Her bare breasts jiggled as she bopped around her room looking for the right thing to wear. She settled on a really sheer T-shirt and matching colored cotton panties. Looking in the mirror, she thought of the time she was in the kitchen naked in front of a room full of boys. As she remembered, she pinched her own now hardening nipples ensuring they poke out through the thin fabric. She lumbered out toward the living room where Mark was watching CNN. She let him take a good look at her as she said hello. Bridget saw him notice her stiff nipples, then his eyes moved down to her bare legs. She crawled onto the couch and snuggled up next to him. They both shared all the things they had to do that day. She told him she wishes she could just get back into bed and lay there all day, slightly suggesting she also didn't want to go alone. "Oh, that reminds me" Mark said, "Could I borrow your cell phone? Mine's dead." Bingo, she thought.

     Bridge began telling Emily the story at this part. She was too embarrassed to tell her all that other stuff. She began with Mark needed a phone again. She tells Mark she thinks its in her room and to come with her to help her look for it. Now, Bridge knew it was in her little desk drawer but she wanted to keep Mark looking to keep him in her room. This was her chance, she figured - no one else was home to stop her. The two looked under discarded clothes and magazines. "Listen" she said, "I'm going to keep looking but do you mind if I also get ready for school?"

     "No, go ahead. It's here somewhere, right?"

     A wave of satisfaction ran through Bridget's body. Time to go for it. She pulled off her tiny T-shirt and her large tits fell and bounced freely. With one arm covering her chest and stammered, "you don't... mind if i.... right?"

     Mark looked up, barely phased. "No. No, do what you gotta."

     She dropped her arm and resumed 'looking' for the phone. After a minute, she began to talk to Mark and engage in conversation. Half to keep him in the room and half to get him to notice her. Wearing only her cotton panties, she and Mark turned the room upside down and had a good time talking while doing it. He was suggesting to look somewhere else so she made a B-line for the desk drawer. "I found it!", she cried and handed him the phone.

     "AW, great. Thanks, kid" he said and touched her chin. She grabbed his hand and held onto it for only a second before he pulled it back to use the phone. He took a step back and as the phone rang, he watched her. She smiled at him and struck a coy, innocent pose - one leg bent and on its' toes. Hands behind her back. He spoke with a man on the phone and as he did he looked her up and down. Nodding. He explained that he would be meeting with him soon. This displeased Bridge so she used the last play she had: she slid her panties down her legs and kicked them off. Once again presenting herself to one of her brothers, she stood in front of Mark nude. His eyes remained fixed on her body. She walked toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling her head into his chest.

     "You know, today really isn't good for me. How's tomorrow sound?", Mark said to the voice on the phone.

     Bridget gasped with joy and threw her arms up around Mark's neck. He hung up the phone, dropped it on the floor and picked his naked little sister up in his arms. He walked her to her bed and gently set her down. "Don't make me go to school" she whispered, "stay here with me"

     Mark ran his hands across her belly and down the top of one of her legs. "Bridge, what are you doing? Why are you throwing yourself at me like this?"

     She began getting nervous, "I... I don't know why. But for years I've wanted you in a ...certain way. And all the times I'd tried to touch you or show you my body, I'd hoped you'd pick me up and take me to bed just like you did today. Please take me..."

     Mark pressed his lips up against hers and pulled her on top of him. Her head swung back and he ran his hands up her stomach and onto her big, round tits. Her whole body shook. He placed his hands under her bottocks and lifted her body up onto his face. Bridget placed her feet flat against the wall and grabbed her headboard, grinding into his mouth. She quaked and yelled while he ran his tongue up and down her slit stopping only to flick her clit or her asshole. The two fell off the bed onto the floor. Bridget sprang up and began undoing Mark's belt. He pulled his shirt off and she got his pants around his thighs. They locked eyes and shared an intense glare as she forced one hand into his underwear pulling out his hardening prick. Mark sat back up on the bed and Bridge moved between his legs. His pants now off, Mark collected her hair into a fist. "I've never done this before", she revealed.

      He nodded to her and she slid his prick into her mouth. He groaned loudly at the first penetration of this incestuous act. She worked his dick slowly, stopping only to gag once or twice which made Mark smile. "You're not going to school today. You're going to stay here and do this all day", he baited her. She would whimper in agreement.

     Before Mark could blow a load in Bridget's mouth, he pulled her off his cock. Panting and wiping her face, Bridget begged for more. Mark took her hand and lifted her off the ground holding her face to face. She wrapped his legs around him and they kissed deeply. Mark sat back down on the bed and she was on his lap. They locked eyes again as he positioned her body to slide onto his shaft. Bridget's eyes widened as the head reached her wet slit and her mouth opened as Mark pressed her body down, plunging his cock only inches into her. The two sat without moving while Bridget breathed heavy and got used to the feeling. Once she felt comfortable enough to rock back and forth on him, he layed her on her back. Legs wrapped around his muscular body that was twice the size of hers. She disappeared underneath him. He moved slowly into her and slowly out. She placed her hands behind his head and whipsered "I love you."

     Mark was beside himself. This was his little sister, his little 16 year old sister at that! They barely knew each other since she was born when Mark was becoming an adult. He knew she always thought of him as a father figure but to be thought of as a father, a brother and a sex partner all at once was a little overwhelming. Still, he could not deny her maturing body and her apparant desire to share it with him. Whatever guilt he may have felt about taking her virginity in her childhood bedroom vanished the minute he felt the inside of that brand new pussy. Mark pushed in as far as he could now and he was definitely hitting bottom. He could feel his dick bump against the bottom of her shallow pussy and she shrieked each time he did so.

     "Bridge" he began, "I'm going to pull out of you and cum on your belly."

     The two began shouting at each other. "Cum!" "I'm cumming!" "Cum for me!" "Oh God!" "I love you!"

     He sprayed clear/white jizz all over her body for what seemed like an eternity. His cum dripped off the end of her chin, covered her swollen tits, cascaded across her stomach, pooled in her belly button and collected in her dark snatch hair. Mark collapsed at the foot of the bed. Bridget layed there shaking and breathing heavily as semen dried on her newly sexually active teenage body. The two layed and collected their thoughts. Eventually, Mark suggested they get dressed and make some food. Once in the kitchen Mark began to explain to her that this was probably a mistake and while it was great should not happen again. Bridget agreed but repeatedly gushed to her brother about how much fun it was and how good it felt. Despite their agreement, Mark slid her panties down again and penetrated her from behind bent over the kitchen counter. His height and weight would lift her off the ground a little and he pushed in. His cum drained out the crack of her ass and began splattering on the kitchen floor. He took a paper towel and wiped her ass clean.

     Of course, Bridge told Em an edited and more bland tale about her changing for school when Mark came in and how the two looked for her phone while she was naked.

     "Boy, Bridget. You sure do get naked around your family a lot", Em shook her head in disbelief.

     "Yeah.. well.. when you have a big family - that's how it goes."

     "I guess...."

     After Mark and Bridget had sex, her desire for him went away. She still got horny once in a while but she no longer had a crush on her brother. Now, she loved him like a brother - a real brother. And one day when Mark was over in the morning, she curled up next to him on the couch and said....

     "I think I want to fuck Kevin."

THE END

the oldest person in our family and something of a matriarch. When she died everyone in our family from all over the country came to the services. It was at one of these functions that I was paired up with Cera. We remembered each other and made small talk. As the hours and booze wore on and on, we realized we had a lot more in common than we thought! We were both in college, had similar majors, had similar tastes in music and movies, both wanted to travel to the same places - it was great! I'd finally made a friend with a family member! In the coming months, we'd kept up with each other via email and occasional cell phone calls. One weekend, we decided to party....


   "I know this cool place near my house. Why don't you come over, we'll go to the place, get wasted and come back to my house? You can stay the night and drive back to your place tomorrow", I suggested.

     She agreed.

     Admittedly, I was nervous about going out with cuz for the first time. Am I supposed to pay for us? Do I get dressed up? I mean, it's not a date - we're just going to the bar down the way for drinks and conversation. I decided on dress pants and collared shirt - no tie, sleeves rolled up. Cera arrived after me. She was short but not real tiny. Average. Skinny, too. Dark, straight locks fell around the tops of her shoulders. Her eyes were smokey like an old time Hollywood actress. First I felt silly about dressing casual but still dressy. Good thing though because she came in a little black dress, heels and pearl necklace. Classy, dressy - but not too much.

     We ordered some drinks and some food. Me, beer at first then rum drinks. Her, rum drinks then tequila. We rocked the juke box, commandeered the bar TV remote, and raised a lot of good spirited hell. After one of our many rounds the waitress asked if I wanted another drink. When I said yes, she asked if the same goes for my girlfriend. Cera and I glanced at each other awkwardly and I told the waitress she did. Once she scampered off I said, "Well... she doesn't know. To her it probably looks like that" and chuckled.

     "Yeah" she replied, "It probably does. I like how you didn't correct her, ASS" and she kicked me under the table.

     I shifted, dodging her attack. "Ow, well, who cares? I'll pretend I have a cute girlfriend for 5 minutes to show off around here."

     "Which reminds me" she said leaning in, "You look like a stud tonight."

     I laughed at the slightly corny remark. The waitress dropped our drinks off. Our conversation probably further feuling her misconception. "Pardon me?", I asked.

     "You do! Your hair, your glasses, your clothes. You look like a stud tonight", she said swirling her mixed drink. Things like speech and body movements were starting to get sloppy for both of us.

     Confused and sort of on the spot I only replied, "Thanks cuz. I like your little black dress." I fished for the compliment but I wasn't lying. For all intents and purposes I was out with an attractive girl close to my age who I barely know. Sure, she's my uncle's kid but we barely know each other so it hardly feels that way. She slid closer to me in the round diner booth, placed her legs up on my lap and asked, "Could you rub my calves? They're really sore from work."

     We sipped our drinks as I worked on her tiny legs. I tried to listen to what she was saying but my eyes stayed fixed on her black nylon covered calves under my massaging hands. "Ugh that feels GOOD" she'd moan between sentences. "It's so relaxing." Her head began dunking forward and I realized it was time to go home.

     I payed our tab and helped Cera out to the car. As we walked out she pretended loudly to be my girlfriend to keep tricking the waitress. "Wait until I get him home, honey!" she shouted to her. Folks sitting at the bar laughed and cheered me on. "Go get her!" one old timer shouted. Trust me, the thought had crossed my mind.

     Driving home Cera faded in and out of conversation. I kept one eye on the road and one eye on the rising hem of her dress. When she kicked off her shoes her dress slid up and I saw the ends of her black thigh highs around her legs. "Woo!" I cried out, "I like those."

   She perked up. "These?" she asked. "You like these?" and she hiked her dress up a little higher showing me her full nylon covered leg, briefly revealing her black lacey panties.

    "I do" I told her, "I always had a thing for black thigh highs."

     "Well, good for you" she said coyly. Her dress stayed bunched up around her waist. Cera placed her legs in my lap again just like they were at the bar. I took one hand off the steering wheel and rubbed her legs up and down from ankle to hip. Now with her back against the car door instead of the seat, her legs relaxed some and bowed showing her full legs and panties. "Why do you like them?" she asked.

     "Black thigh highs?" I asked back, my mind soaring. "They're just so.... they're like classy and dirty at the same time. They're proper and dressy and all but they also instantly remind the brain of sex." Her body bucked some and her smile showed me she liked that answer.

     I couldn't tell if she nodded off of not but she stayed fairly quiet and still until we got back to my place. I shook her awake and whispered to her that we were home. I helped her get out of the car and helped he walk inside. Once in my room, I sat her on the bed and she fell over. "Do you want any pajamas to change into? I've got some jammie bottoms and some old shirts?", I offered.

    "Yes", she squeaked out layed down on the bed. "Help me take this off."

     My ears perked up instantly. I already thought my cousin Cera was attractive but then we went on some pseudo-date, we got drunk, I massaged her legs through sexy black stockings, she exposed herself to me in the car and now she was asking me to help her get dressed/undressed. If I wasn't thinking about getting physical with her before I certainly was now.

     Cera tugged at her dress straps. "Can you find me a T-shirt?", she asked. I hopped up and found a thin, comfortable one. She mustered the strength to sit up but rain out of steam trying to pull her dress up over her head. "Help...." she whimpered as she fell into me when I sat down next to her.

     "Okay..", I offered and began to pull her black dress up over her body. She raised her arms and as I peeled the clothing away from her and tossed it on the ground, her black hair dangled onto her pale shoulders. Her breasts, no bigger than a B-cup, roundly shaped and with nipples slightly pointing up slightly bounced as I removed the dress from her frame. I was in Heaven but I wanted to make sure I didn't say something stupid that made her feel uncomfortable or embarassed. Thankfully, before I could speak she said, "shirt?" and I handed her one. 

     She didn't put it on though. She just held it in her hand and leaned back down on the bed. "Help me get these off now..." she cooed as she pointed to her stockings.


     "OK", I said trying to collect my racing thoughts. I knelt down beside the bed near her legs. "Just, ah... let me get these off...", I muttered. My eyes drifted around her belly button, her exposed tits, her legs and black panties again. The panties were lacey and see through in some parts. I pushed my thumbs into her right thigh high stocking and began working it down. She moaned slightly as I pulled it off her foot. I reached for her left side and worked that one down, too. When I got to her foot she asked that I rub it, like her calves it hurt from work. To me, she seemed too drunk to notice whether I was rubbing her foot or not but I was not about to pass this up. My hands moved from foot to foot, occasionally rubbing up to her calf and thigh. She would make little noises and slightly adjust her body the whole way through. Down on my knees, I used the opprotunity to get an eyeful of her little boobies, her tummy and panties, imagining the skin underneath them. I began to get hard thinking about whether she was shaved or had patches of thin hair, whether her pussy lips were tiny and recessed or puffy and pronounced. I imagined her clit becoming swollen under my tongue and the things she'd say to me as I pleasured her. This is not just a drunken haze, I thought. She'd never let things get this far if she wasn't interested. She'd find a way home or at least bring her own night clothes and ask where she was sleeping. My mind struggled to keep up with reality.

     I decided to just go for it. The last thing I told my brain before I shut it off was that if things turn out bad I can just blame it on us being too drunk. I began putting tiny kisses on the skin around the inside of her knees and thighs. I worked my way up to the tops of her thighs and hips. Cera's hips swayed back and forth now. Her hands no longer held onto the thin, yellow T-shirt I gave her, they were now on her chest, cupping her tiny tits. This was my "go-ahead." I planted firm kisses on the outside of her black panties. Legs spread apart now, my knees are on the ground and I'm leaning into her. Cera's hand comes down from her chest and rests on the back of my head, tussling my hair as I pressed my mouth into the thin fabric separating her feminine parts from my eager mouth. My hands crept along her hips and began tugging at the tops of her panties. Before I could make any headway, she lifted her ass up off the bed and hastily started pushing her panties down herself. My eyes stayed fixed on the handful of black lace that I wrangled from her right foot as I dropped it on my bedroom floor... Until I turned my head toward her and saw her smooth, glistening, open lips awaiting between her bent, parted legs. Her pussy was excited. Wet and ready, lips already spread. The skin around her snatch and down to her asshole was smooth, pale and hairless with a shaped tuft of long but groomed black hair up above. My face neared her and even with her eyes closed she sensed this and placed her feet on my shoulders. I ran my flat tongue in an upward motion around her spreading lips. Her juices dripped quickly from her pussy and my tongue circled her clenched asshole while I collected all of it. Cera pushed forward into my mouth so I circled and flicked her asshole with my tongue some more. I flattened my tongue again and dragged it up against her opened pussy lips. On the way up I'd drag into the ends of her thin hairs. Once I bumped into her now hard clit, I swirled my tongue around it and then began to suck gently. Cera began to get more vocal now, the action had clearly woken her up some. "Oh YEAH....", she'd sigh and make whimpering noises.

     My mouth began to tire so I rolled her onto her belly. For a second, I admired her cute little ass and imagined pushing my hard cock into it at her demand. But then I grabbed underneath her and propped her butt up into the air. She placed a pillow under her tummy and rested her head on her folded arms. Still saying nothing as to not scare her out of the mood, I lapped at her cunt lips from behind. She made a loud moaning sound into the mattress and I even heard her declare, "oh GOD.." while my tongue dragged from her big clit, up her dripping lips and onto her pink, puckered ass over and over again. I don't know if she knew I could hear her but she spoke into the bed covers and said, "My God, where did you COME FROM?" in a gasping, muffled voice.


     Suddenly, she turned her body around. It was the most I'd seen her move since the restaurant so I was taken aback. On her hands and knees up on the bed, she began removing my belt and dress shirt. I helped her remove the rest of my clothes. She pulled me onto the bed with her. We were facing each other now, kneeling on the bed, our hands grasping each others faces. She gazed into my eyes for a few long moments. My hard cock now pressed against her sanwiched between her belly and mine. We kissed each other deeply for minutes  while rolling around the bed.

     Once on my back, Cera took me into her hands stroking my shaft while she kissed me. After another brief eye-lock, she positioned her body between my legs. My aching cock disappeared from sight as she moved her head further down, forcing me into her warm mouth. My reaction was immediate, I made noise and subtley writhed underneath her. The up-and-down rhythmn of her sucking my cock would stop only briefly as she would take a second to breathe heavily and look into my eyes. Her naked body was curled into a ball beneath me. She looked beautiful. Not just her tits and her ass but all of her - her legs, her feet, her ankles, her neck, her shoulders, her waist. I remembered times we'd interacted at functions and gatherings and imagined how different they would be from now on. Sure we would act casually in front of people, but would we sneak off into a car or bedroom together? And if we did for how long? For the rest of our lives?

     Before long, I began to feel the swelling feeling in my body. Without realizing how close she was, Cera began to take her mouth off of me to breathe and rest. Instinctually, I grabbed the back of her head with one hand and the side of her face with the other and slammed her mouth back down on my shaft. Muffled squeals came out of her but she was powerless to stop the mouth fucking I was making her give me. Eventually, she went along with the motions and I began telling her I was about to cum. Cum in her face, cum down her throat, cum in her mouth, cum inside her body. With one last grunt, I felt the blast release inside her. I could feel her swallowing as she still slowly moved up and down on me. My hands let go of her face and dropped to the bed. With a loud gasp and heavy breathing, Cera rolled away from my legs onto her back. We both stared up at the ceiling and just breathed. Cera's legs were awkwardly spread open, sprawled out on my bed.

     We looked at each other and lightly chuckled. "We're going to regret this in the morning", I said without thinking. 

     "I don't know" she said, and sat on top of me. The way she was positioned my now softening cock gently pressed against her still warm, wet snatch and began to stiffen. I played with one of her tight breasts and she pulled her hair back behind her ears. We layed casually with each other. Naked. Talking. Laughing. Lights on. Caressing each other's skin. Occassionally, I'd drag my fingers along her wet slit or she'd wrap her hand around my shaft just to make me hard again. We didn't have sex. Neither one of us really brought it up or tried to force it on the other. It felt great just playing and getting each other off with our mouths. We talked a lot about our previous sexual encounters and different things we've tried. We pulled the sheets up over our bodies and turned the lights off. After we kissed some more, I curled up behind her as we prepared to go to sleep. My naked body pressed against hers. We kept talking and as we did, she revealed to me things like she once had a threesome with a married couple she knew from school and I told her that I once slept with two of my exes in the same day. Then she says that she had never had anal sex and was willing to try it. "Well" I told her, "I can always help you out with that..."

     I froze. I didn't know how well that was going to go over.

     "Well cuz", Cera sighed "There's always tomorrow."

~end